Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Franke,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.